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May 2013
When I dreamt of my future it didn't include the cheap polyester of sterilized hospital gowns,
I didn't envision the white walls of my castle would hold brightly colored doctors office posters,
They didn't tell me that some get strength forced upon them as an only option.

So when I told her I wanted to get out of here
And she asked, "the doctors?"
I had to answer her with

I suppose, that too.
Ris Howie
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Ris Howie
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